Steal my heart by Savannah Kade

Chapter 304 Duke Cayne Sanya.

Banyan Manor "Relax." The man in the light suit said softly as he approached the woman's ear ambiguously.

The woman took half a step back. Even this inadvertent action was still seen by him.

As he looked at her, he took two steps back and chuckled, "Grace, you're too nervous." She curled her palms and felt her hands were sweating. Of course she was nervous. She was going to meet that person...

"Actually, there's no need to be in such a hurry. He has the habit of resting at Banyan Manor in Sanya every year. He usually stayed for a month." The man's Mandarin was not very standard and his voice was as hoarse as a cello.

"So, Grace, there's no need for you to meet that person immediately after getting off the plane. The journey was exhausting." She shook her head. Even now, her mind was still in chaos.

She escaped without telling anyone.

As for what she was running for, no one knew except her.

After the silence, there was still silence.

"Cayne, cin." In the end, Grace broke the silence first.

What the woman did not see was that during the silence, the tall and handsman beside her had been staring at her. His eyes were different from people in the east. And there was only the reflection of this woman in his eyes.

"Alright." His deep cello-like voice was unexpectedly obedient. The man gently stretched out an arm. There was no need to say anything. The woman obediently stretched out her hand and held onto his arm. It was just a form of courtesy.

However, the moment when the man's wrist was wrapped, a faint smile appeared on his face as he signaled to the waiters on both sides to open the door beside him.

The door was opened.

The melodious music rang out. And gentle yet dazzling lights were like stars sprinkling on the couple who arrived halfway.

Perhaps the sudden arrival of them attracted the attention of the others at the banquet. Grace smiled, but she felt that perhaps it was because the man beside her was too dazzling.

No matter how envious those people were, this was a memorable moment for Cayne.

He looked down and gently glanced at the woman beside him. He could only see her gentle head. From the moment she held his wrist, he felt that his heart which had been empty for a long tseemed to be stuffed, and there was no more space left.

If... if it could be like this forever.

The man stopped thinking.

Looking at the woman's head, his gaze landed on her long black hair.

He suddenly remembered the popular saying on the Interecently. Would you like to marrywhen you were beautiful and mature with long black hair? Who did she wait for? Suddenly, this strange question popped into his mind.

"You're really beautiful today. Your hair is so beautiful." "Be serious, Cayne. I said I was nervous. Do you believe me?" The man only smiled and said in his heart, "I'm not joking." At the corner, it was noisy.

"Let's go." Cayne led the woman beside him to the place.

"Wait, wait a moment," she was still nervous, and sweat appeared on her palm. "Is that Mr. Miffel?" "No. Miffel is always mysterious. That's his secretary-general." She was shocked for a moment, and looked towards the area deliberately. She was even more shocked. Everyone knew that Miffel had always been mysterious.

It made sense if Miffel didn't attend such a banquet.

However, what was surprising was that the person was only a secretary-general of Miffel. The appearance of his secretary-general attracted the attention of so many political and business celebrities. The woman looked down and looked up for a while. "Thank you, Cayne." The latter said leisurely, "Don't thank me.

I'm just an introducer.

Whether you could get the chance depends on yourself in the end." Hearing this, she heaved a sigh of relief, then smiled, "Thank you, Cayne." "Let's go. I'll take you to see Miffel." He pulled her into the crowd, and wherever they arrived, everyone made way for them.

"Hello, Duke Cayne." They had just arrived at Miffel's secretary-general's side when the secretary-general in a suit saw Cayne. He passed the crowd and greeted him sincerely. Grace was slightly surprised. Duke? She turned around. The latter gave her a comforting smile, "It is the 21st century. There is no royal noble anymore. It's just the title that left behind by ancestors. It is not important." I'm still the Cayne you know." "Miffel is already waiting for you in the reception room upstairs." The Secretary-General took half a step back courteously. He placed his hand in front of his body, and slightly bent over to make way. Grace followed him to an elevator. She walked in with Cayne and turned around. The moment the door closed, she saw that there were speople that she was familiar with. There were also many foreigners at the banquet.

"Please wait a moment. I'll go in and report." The Secretary-General said politely.

After a while, he walked out and invited them in.

It was a lie to say that she was not nervous.

Thinking about it carefully, this kind of nervousness only appeared when she first worked in the profession.

Her palms suddenly tightened. She looked down and glanced. She saw that the person beside her had held opto her hand. It was as if it had been burned. However, at the moment when she was about to pull her hand, she becrational. She looked at him and smiled, "I can do it. Don't worry." Then, she looked down and saw the two palms that were holding each other.

Cayne loosened his grip thoughtfully.

"Oh. Good, Cayne. I can't believe what I see." A soft, enthusiastic voice whispered in his ear.

"Is this your goddess?" When Grace looked at him, her palm, which was about to be loosened, suddenly clenched tightly. A low voice that was as gorgeous as a cello cfrom above her head.

"No," The woman's smile was gentle as she was about to introduce herself, "I'm Grace, and we are fri..." "She is my queen." The smile on the woman's face froze, "Not funny." She whispered to the man beside her. The latter revealed a faint smile and slowly explained to Miffel, who was surprised.

"A joke. An elegant gentleman should have a sense of humor."

He blamed Miffel indirectly, but Miffel didn't get angry. Cayne then introduced exace the om president of the James Group. Miffel, the founder of the Domen Group in France. He is the pioneer of the industry." "Hello, Grace." "Hello. Beautiful lady. I'm Miffel."

Cayne let go of Grace's hand. "You guys have a talk. I'll go get a drink." He walked around to the bar at the bound to the bar at the corner and poured a cup. Then, he called the Secretary-General, "Do you want to drink?" "Yes, Duke."||||||||||| Ashburn